Sanoja: A Tribe Called Quest. Midnight Marauders. We Can Get Down.

We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down

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I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Steppin' on my critics, beatin' on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can go
Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop
I be three albums deep but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin' the shop

Crushin' competition like your tires on grapes
My rhymes styles be blendin' like a Ron G tape
My man where ya goin', you can't escape
When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe
How can a reverend preach when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap about what we see, meaning reality
From people bustin' caps and like Mandela bein' free

Not every MC be with the negativity
We have a slew of rappers pushin' positivity
Hip hop will never die yo, it's all about the rap
So Marion Barry smokin' crack, let's preach about that
The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter
The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter
When I talk, I know I'm talkin' for you poppers all around
You know you love the sound, we get down

We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down
We can get down, we can, we can get down

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It's like that man, it's like that
It's like that man, it's like that
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I'm the cherry on the top of yo ice cream
I'm the Mister Thought inside your dream
Listen to the way we pulsate the jam
I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand
Styles that we present are just a few
To do away with you and your hum drum crew
This is '93 and the shit is real
Black people unite and put down your steel

Ladies make a forum on your sexual drive
Devoted to your lover and make it thrive
The riff was of F, I'm a hip hop body
Release my energy with the force of a shotty
Standin' on the wall with my Polo on
Talkin' to the girl with the Liz Claiborne
Keep the poetry in my black knapsack
Got my Timbo horse and my Doublemint pack

Hit the city streets to enhance my soul
I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls
With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat
Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap
I can do a trick with the opposite breed
I used to down 40's and smoke grain weed
Now, I'm doin' shows with half loot down
Now it's time for me to take ya uptown

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